Meningitis.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Summary: Lucian is terminal and is spending possibly his last night on the roof of his house with Ramira.


"The sun looks beautiful..." He smiles back at her,

"So do you."

"Lucian I- I'll-... Never mind."

"What?"

"It's my fault you're gonna die."

"No. if it's anyone's fault it's Cynthia's. She been a bitch ever since 2nd grade."

"Do you ever think about dying?"

"Sometimes. There's always the times where I think about my funeral. If anyone will come."

"I'll come."

"Holy shit."

"What?"

"We just quoted 'My Sister's Keeper."

"You were always like that. Quoting things."

"That was before I learned that you can die in college."

"I'm sorry all I ever brought you was humiliation."

"I can't see how."

"I was a cheerleader. And you were the most perverted nerd in the whole school."

"And I was perverted enough to spy on you in 7th grade."

"Just-"

"What?"

"Before your neurologist comes up here and yells at me-"

"Yes?"

"Make out with me." They lean together, and for the first time in 2 years...

He feels cured.